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Location:Texas, USA Naturalized US Citizen of Irish extract -   Fixed Wing and Helo trucker.Interests: "The Absurdity of Man". I am a proud supporter of Blarney, Nonsense, and Hooey. I enjoy being a chopper jockey, and trying to figure the world, people and belief systems out. I'm just not very good at it, so it keeps me real busy. I scribble, blog, run this website, mess with rental houses, ride motorbikes, and read as much as I can. I went solo 44 years ago, and I like to say I'm gonna get me a real job one day. When I grow up. ("but not just yet, Lord, not just yet") For my aviation scribbles see enjoy! I wish you Peace in your Life. May you always walk with the sun on your face, and a breeze ruffling your hair. And may you cherish a quiet wonder for our awesome Universe. Life isn't always good. But it is always fascinating. Never quit.
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I had an old Aunt, who went skipping with me

I had an old Aunt, who went skipping with me

Funny old girl. Very kind person. My mother's sister, Jenna. We were in London, walking along a  street. I started skipping. Hell, I was maybe ten years old or so. She started skipping. Nothing wrong with that. Except she was in her late sixties'. Didn't stop her. We skipped around lamp posts. A red Pillar Box. We skipped past shops. We skipped across roads. We skipped past parked cars. We skipped along, avoiding the cracks. We skipped, for the sheer, unadulterated, mischievous hell of it. We skipped past other pedestrians, who mostly laughed, or smiled. We held hands while skipping. We bowed to each other, like some formal dance. Skipping is good.

Then... along the sidewalk, coming towards us, we saw this man. Tall, erect, serious, well dressed, with a frown of disapproval. It was obvious that he was not impressed. I guess he was the serious type. I was a bit intimidated.

Well, my Aunt did something I've never forgotten. She just went right on skipping. With not a care in the world. This sixty-something year old woman, conservatively dressed, skipping her heart out.

And she skipped right UP to Mister Serious-with-the-Frown.  He stopped, definitely disapproving. We were a nuisance. In his (important) way. Dammit.

But Aunt Jenna just skipped right on up, CURTSIED, and skipped right on past him...

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Last edited by Francis Meyrick on November 28, 2014, 10:53 am
We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
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